Rolling on the Liver.: And Speaking of Resurrection -- More Benefit Pictures

Friday, April 6, 2007

And Speaking of Resurrection -- More Benefit Pictures

OK, I know it's Good Friday, but we can start thinking about joy, gratitude, and resurrection. Right? Tonight in church, after they killed Jesus, the choir sang a song and Aidan whispered to me, "What does 'alleluia' mean?" It was kinda hard to describe that to him since it is Good Friday and we're supposed to focus on death and all. Anyway, I thought these pictures were a good way to show what ALLEJUIA means. These pics come with thanks to the amazing church secretary, Bob's boss during his internship year, Mrs. Bobbie Kuhlman, who is surely not reading this because she is busy visiting some special little granddaughter.

Blessed Easter!

With love, T

P.S. More pics to come. Oh, what the hey I just went ahead and uploaded more, with thanks to Alison Schmidtt, seminary photographer. Now, my husband is considering himself an official blogging widower.

P.P.S. If you have sound, turn it on. :-)

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WELCOME.

This e-community decided to start when Bob's liver decided to stop, in the fall of 2006. Instead of moving out of seminary housing and on to a call to parish ministry, our lives quit as the wild bile poisoned Bob from head to toe. All we could do is watch and wait to see if he would need a liver transplant or if his own would regenerate itself; praying that he wouldn't die in the meantime as he shut down to a virtual comotose state.

In the end, there was no transplant but a lot of transformation. Old liver, new lives. Our whole family made it through a dark time thanks to the community that provided us a lifeline of love. Literally at Luther Seminary, from where Bob had just graduated; from my colleagues at Lutheran World Relief; from family, friends and strangers; and electronically via the care pages we started when Bob was at the transplant unit in the Mayo Clinic.

Anyway, this is like after the liver heals, days of our livers, the liver runs through us, the liver of life, or something about going on newly aware of how Bob's liver lives among us. He says definitely not old man liver, but maybe Liverace. So, from the bottom of Bob's organic bile binder, I thank you for coming to this site.